He could tell by looking at the woman that she must have been from a different tribe. Her son must be as well, but that won’t change what entrance he would use to get back to the parts of the inner caves that have all the tribes. *There’s only a few exits and if that kid’s mom was using a joint village tanner and walking was difficult for her, so her village must be close by. If I had to guess either Razorclaw, or Slimecoat. Both can be accessed through this tunnel, so more than likely he's going to return through this path. So where the hell is this damn brat.*

  Breaking the simulated horizon line of the dungeon is a modeled extra wide figure. Gumphrey can make a young goblin woman, likely an apprentice hunter, or someone classless based on the lack of gear. She’s helping to support a disheveled goblin, who appears much older than her. He has a sack wrapped around his arm presumably to stop bleeding, but the sack is mysteriously dry like there wasn’t much blood for it to stop. The woman stumbles up to him to ask for help.

  “I just found this guy, he needs to see a healer immediately” The woman asks her breath labored. The injured man she's holding looks to be on death's door.

  “There’s a healer close to the center of the Whisteblade tribe. I’d love to help ya there, but I’m looking for someone.” Gumphrey replies with an uninterested tone. The man in her arms is unarmed, too old to be a rookie getting bragged about, by his mother so likely not who he is looking for.

  *From the appearance it looks like two are desperate rookie goblins who got in over their heads. Probably related and the older guy is her father there to show her there ropes. I’ll keep waiting, but I doubt a newly classed guy with only a dagger can make it through the night, he’ll be back soon.*

  ******

  Numerous leather pouches lay in a line behind Kyle waiting to be collected by the hour timer on his phone about to go off. His first hour has been fairly effective. It didn’t take him long to get into the hang of shooting. Larger monsters like the troglodytes were easy to hit and he would hit them almost all of the time, until they started moving. Regardless they would usually die after a couple of shoots, so nothing got close to him now that he was prepared. He shot at the centipedes if he saw one and usually missed; they were too small for him to aim at. He wouldn’t waste more than a single bullet on one since once they took off he definitely couldn’t hit one.

  Most of the monsters he came across were unevolved and much smaller than the ones he found on his first trip. At first he checked his stats everytime he stopped to reload his gun. But that got too bored and frustrated seeing the experience tick up once, or twice for every kill.

  Focusing he pulled up just the information he cared to see

  “Comeon a whole hour hardcore slaughter and all I still didn’t get a level. This sucks man this shit’s gonna take me forever I was walking as fast as I could.” He turned around behind him the first pouch closest to him was in perfect condition, but as his alarm sounded he realized the ones closest to where he started was probably almost gone already. In hurried jog he took off “OH shit!”

  He spent several minutes collecting all the loot. He lost track of how many mobs he killed, so he wasn’t sure how many pouches he lost, but he knows he lost a few.

  Once back at the portal he examined his loot. Tucked in his back a large bundle of sticks, about 10 pounds of wood in total all roughly the same size. He also had a scattering of coins, mostly a shiny penny color, with a few bits of silver glittering through. He takes a closer look at the copper coin and tries to focus on it. “Didn’t the loot window give some weird description of it in the bag. What the hell is it really made of” He thought back, remembering the panel.

  Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

  I wonder what this thing is actually made of. His attention focuses on a single coin then suddenly a blue screen pops in front of his face.

  “Why the fuck are the copper coins made of bronze. Call them bronze coins then. What the fuck. Is this dungeon just fucking stupid, or a liar. Oh shit should I be scared the dungeon is lying to me. Should I not trust the stat screens? Oh fuck!” *What if it’s lying to me about my health*

  Kyle frantically starts checking his injured legs plainly visible through the holes in his many layers of pants. He hisses in pain. His lack of medical knowledge means his check is just patting his wounds.

  “Naw wait cause like the screen did also tell me what it was actually made of, so I guess it isn’t really lying. I’m just being paranoid. Heh. This is a different world. Many it’s only my world that's out to get me, not all of them. Oh shit can I check all items like the coins? That would be so cool! Like if I could see armor stats on clothes and shit!”

  The thought makes him try to examine each article of clothing he’s wearing “Ah what the hell it isn’t working.” He takes off his sweater and tries to examine it. Tossing it to the ground in disgust when it doesn’t work. “Okay common at least give me the gun” He tries to examine the gun. “GOD DAMMIT” He rears his arm back as if to toss the gun, but quickly stops himself realizing it would be a bad idea. Calming himself he tries numerous more ideas.

  “Okay it seems like it works with anything that is from the dungeon, or at least it’s working on anything non manufactured, or super simple. I should try bringing some sticks, or something down here to check since the wood that dropped from the monsters gave a description. I’m still not leaving until I get a level, but I think I’ll try the other direction”

  ******

  Watching a man die is certainly not how Gessica wanted to start her hunter career. The first healer she went too coldly told her that she wouldn’t heal the man “he wasn’t important and hasn’t paid” was all she said.

  One of her servants, a tall grizzled man, followed her out and mentioned he had a colleague that had her own clinic, she could take the man to and she quickly set off in that direction.

  Healing magic works much the same as most spells and skills. The rank determines the true capacity of what you're capable of while the level within that rank determines the ease and consistency for you to achieve the greatest possibility within the rank.

  In some skills this is really easy to see. For instance a knife skills rank will determine the maximum possible damage you can deal under the best possible circumstance. Effectively it makes your knife harder and sharper and increases the effect of you attacks on vulnerabilities. The level will help make landing attacks on vulnerable areas more effective. It also has the effect of improving your actual skill with any given knife. Then once you rank up your maximum possible damage goes up and everything that you were capable of with that previous rank becomes easier. Your previous best becomes something like you new slightly better than average.

  For healing rank increases the severity of wounds your spells can treat, while level determines the efficiency. This is why rank is far more important that level with healing magic than other skills.

  For instance with Gilda’s heal spell she would never be able to, no matter how much mana she pours into it he would never be able to heal Jisseppis arm entirely. At F-rank he would be able to seal the would using her healing if she dumped in all of her mana, but the internals would still be fucked, his bone would still have a large scrape. With her understanding of medicine she knows the best she could do would leave the arm permanently unusable since the tendons and nerves would never heal correctly on their own in that state. Another healer of a higher rank would be needed to return function to the arm. However poorly healed wounds are more complex and in most cases require even higher healing than even Glish is capable of.

  “C-can you do anything to help him.”

  “I’m sorry there isn’t much I can do besides close the wound. Even that is going to take most of my remaining mana and then there’s the poison. I don’t have the cure spell, if he receives proper healing to save the blood loss and rest, he won’t need it. Of course it will drastically slow his recovery without it. Something like this would cost around 5 silver to treat.”

  Gessicas eyes widened at the news and sum of money. A rookie hunter like her barely has the strength to make more than a couple of coppers a day, maybe half a silver is she’s lucky. *sorry fella Imma have to look through your stuff.* While Gilda moves to a back room to grab the supplies needed to aid in sealing the wound Gessica rummages around the man's torn clothes aiming to find a pouch, or something of value to give the medic. All she could find was 4 copper coins.

  When Gilda returns Gessica doesn’t notice, she can hardly take her eyes off the pale man. Her face is scrunched as she tries to hold back tears.”Please I’m sorry I don’t have the money, but you can’t let him die.” She tries to clear her throat, she knows a plea of desperation won’t get her what she wants, in her mind the powerful never lend a hand for nothing. “I don’t even know this guy, maybe we can identify him and you can get the money from his family later. He was out there alone, so he’s probably a strong hunter with lots of familial wealth. I’m sure…”

  Gilda cuts her off. “Unfortunately, I have a policy not to heal without funds upfront. I have some thread and can use that to stitch together the major injury, that should give him a little more time. That will cost 3 copper”